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Conquering Fear	By : emmarae3579 Category: S through Z > Zorro Views: 2149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Zorro, and do not make any money from writing this story.

Chapter List
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Author’s Note: I’m sorry for the delay. It should be the last delay, since this is the chapter which held things up.
This chapter has explicit sexual situations. Since you’re reading this, I am assuming you’re okay with that. I use the anatomical terms, no rods and pearls. If that squicks you out, go read the M or T version. This is my first time writing sex, so let me know how I do.
Chapter 6 – Graphic Mature
Zorro turned at her quiet statement. Tears once more glistened on her cheeks, and he hated to be the one who put them there. He shook his head slowly, his body protesting what his brain was saying. Fear and doubt had been growing since their argument, and the conclusion that she knew Diego and didn’t love him was now a hard stone lodged in his chest. “You don’t love me. I wish you did.” He escaped through the curtain so he wouldn’t have to see her tears.
“Diego, wait!”
Zorro froze in the kitchen. He caught the curtain before it could close behind him, but he didn’t turn to face her.
She watched his back tense, watched his hand clenching on the curtain. “Are you going to turn around?” He turned finally and she took another step toward him. She smiled weakly at him, her entire body trembling. He stepped back into the tavern and let the curtain fall behind him, but otherwise didn’t move. “I love you, Diego. Is that better?” Her voice was more confident this time.
He nodded dumbly at her and calculated it would only take six, maybe seven steps to have her in his arms again. She knew who he was. What did anything else matter? He looked at the stairs, followed the path with his eyes to her bedroom at the end of the hall. Thirty steps? Twenty?
Her eyes followed his, and she flushed a bright red he could see even in the firelight. Her smile faltered only a little, and she held a hand out to him.
He took a step toward her even as he shook his head. “I need to go home.” Five steps.
Victoria took a step closer. “No, you don’t. Stay.”
The arm holding his things drooped a little and he took another step closer. Three. He reached a hand to his face, hesitated, then swept his mask and hat off, letting them fall to the floor behind him. Victoria took a deep breath upon seeing her discovery confirmed. Diego de la Vega, California’s most eligible bachelor. In her tavern. She listened to the silence of the empty building which was her home.
“Stay.”
Such a simple word. He looked at her hand, still trembling though she was reaching for him. Diego, not Zorro. Three steps. “If I stay…”
She held out her other hand to him. She might have repeated her plea, but he didn’t hear it. She was in his arms before his cape fluttered to the ground. He took her mouth, and her fingers threaded through his hair. No mask hiding his face. She gently tugged at his hair until he broke the kiss, and she stroked her fingers over his features.
His hands stroked down her back and lifted her against him. He started walking toward the stairs, and he tried once more to do the sensible thing. “You’re sure.”
Victoria kissed him again gently. Her breath shuddered as she let it out. “I love you.”
He paused at the foot of the stairs, and one hand travelled south to caress her hip. “Lock your ankles behind me.” She dropped her eyes, but wrapped her legs around him. His hands smoothed over her back and down her legs and felt her tension. A finger under her chin brought her eyes back to his. “I love you.”
She wrapped her arms around him and hid against his shoulder as he began to climb the stairs. She could feel everything wrapped this tightly around him, and she forgot to breathe when they reached the second floor. The muscles in his arms and chest bunched and coiled under her hands, and she was surprised to find she was moving her hands over him. She pulled at the neck of his shirt, reaching her fingers inside to feel the hot skin beneath, the beating of his heart.
She was going to get to see him without his shirt. Would he expect her to take it off? He was going to see her without her clothes, too. Would he expect her to know what to do? Would he find her attractive? She pushed away from him with a jolt of panic when she heard a noise and tried to relax when she saw they were alone in her bedroom. He’d already closed the door, shutting out the rest of the world.
“Breathe, Victoria.” His hands gently traced up and down her back.
She let out a shaky breath and kissed his lips, trying to show him her joy outweighed her fear. She unlocked her ankles but he held her legs around his waist when she went to stand. Before she could worry about what to do next, he was lowering her to the bed. He followed her down, pressing her into the mattress. She didn’t feel crushed, though, and her hands slowly caressed his neck, flowing over his shoulders to his chest.
When she saw the fire in his eyes as he watched her touch him, she lifted her hands away from him. They fluttered a bit, restless and unsure, until she let them drop to the pillow beside her head.
“I like feeling your hands on me,” Diego whispered against her neck. He lifted his head to look at her, wishing she’d touch him again.
Her hands nervously returned to his shoulders. He made her feel safe, and protected from the harsh realities outside of her tavern. She hooked a finger in the neck of his shirt. “Are you…” She took a breath for courage and watched Diego’s eyes drop to her chest. “Are you going to take this off?”
Diego smiled. He took her hand from his shirt and kissed it, then kissed her lips. He trailed his mouth down her neck, and his hands down to her hips as he sat back on his knees. She automatically tried to pull her legs together, but couldn’t with him kneeling between them. Diego stroked his hands down her legs over her skirt, trying to relax her.
Before she could get too nervous, there he was. His shirt was on the floor and now she could see the muscles she’d only felt tonight. She was so hypnotized she didn’t feel his hands begin easing up her legs, this time lifting her skirt with the caress. When she felt the cool of the room and the heat of his hands against her thighs she started in surprise. He stopped and placed his hands on either side of her on the mattress, and she was distracted again by the play of muscles beneath his skin as he crawled back up her body.
He took one of her hands and kissed it, then placed it on his bare chest. She focused on the slide of his muscles beneath his skin as he reached back down to lift her skirt to her waist. When he let his weight settle onto her this time, there was no bulky skirt between them. Victoria’s hands were on his bare shoulders and he tried to be patient and wait for her to start breathing again. Victoria took a deep breath, felt the pulse in his neck and the strength in the body pressed so close to hers. She was amazed that she didn’t feel trapped feeling his weight over her like a heavy blanket. The love she’d seen so often behind Zorro’s mask burned so much brighter in Diego’s eyes.
She was captivated by their differences. His skin was smooth over hard muscle, and his muscles twitched in reaction to her touch. She loved the feel of the soft black hair in the center of his chest as she ran her fingers through it. He reached down to settle her legs further apart so he could lay fully against her, and she gasped when she felt the silk of his pants against her core. He kissed her then, his tongue plunging in to taste then capturing her bottom lip and sucking gently.
He thrust his hips against her, unable to lay still, his thin pants allowing him to feel her heat. He began a slow rhythm, moving against her until he found that spot which made her cry out in pleasure and forget her modesty for a moment. Then his hand covered her breast and her eyes popped open again. He hooked a finger in the bodice of her blouse as she had done to him, only he pulled harder and the blouse fell from her shoulder. His palm was rough against her skin as he reached in and then smoothed the shirt beneath her breast so it was exposed.
“Are you…” Diego ducked his head and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth and she cried out and arched against him. “… going to take this off?” His breathing was heavy and she felt his hot breath against her wet nipple for the second it took him to speak before he captured it in his mouth again.
When she cried out his name and picked up the rhythm of his hips, he didn’t think getting her naked was so important anymore. His fingers tore at the tie to loosen her bodice, but it was still too tight. His mouth covered her other nipple over her shirt and her fingers clenched in his hair when she felt his teeth scrape against the sensitive peak. She arched her back to get closer, wishing he would take her shirt off so she could feel him against her skin but not wanting him to stop. Then his mouth was back at her naked breast and she thought no one could stand this much pleasure. She felt empty as she thrust her hips against his, and all her hesitation was replaced with impatience. Her legs wrapped around his to hold him to her. “Diego, please…”
He squeezed her covered breast one more time before his hand stroked down her body, and Victoria tensed a little and waited to feel his hand on her. He pulled hard on her naked breast, pressing the nipple against the top of his mouth and flicking it with his tongue, and she forgot to focus on his other hand. Seconds later she felt something cool against her chest and she opened her eyes wide when she saw the knife he held cut cleanly through her blouse. He left her other nipple to pucker in the cool air of the room and he hungrily began giving her other breast the same treatment and she forgot about anything else.
Her legs tensed when she felt the first touch of his hand against her center. She was so wet his fingers slipped easily through her folds. She gasped and pressed her head back into the pillow as she arched against his exploring fingers. He pulled away from her breast to watch her face as he circled her clitoris with his fingers and then squeezed gently. “Dios, Querida you are so beautiful.” He covered her mound with his hand and her hips bucked against him. His fingers stroked through her wetness and waited for her eyes to open again. As soon as he caught her gaze, he pushed one finger slowly but deeply into her, making sure to keep his thumb circling her clitoris.
Her walls clenched against his finger as he gently moved it in and out, spreading her moisture and circling her clitoris on each pass. “Diego, please,” she begged again and Diego’s own eyes closed as he carefully pressed a second finger into her. Diego watched her eyes widen then close as she pressed her head back into the pillow and arched her hips. She rocked against his fingers as he stretched her, but she was so tight.
He didn’t want to hurt her, but if he waited any longer it would be over before it had begun. He bent to her breast again, sucking as much of her as he could into his mouth and then pulling back to suck hard on the nipple. His fingers curled upward inside her, feeling along the walls of her vagina. When she screamed and arched off the bed, he stroked that spot gently and sucked hard at her breast until she came and screamed again. He felt her walls spasm against his fingers and he pulled away from her breast to tear at his pants.
When he pressed her back into the mattress again, there were no barriers this time as he stroked through her folds to keep her ready. “Victoria,” Diego whispered against her face, dying inside but needing her to look at him. His cock nudged at her opening, then slid against her clitoris and she opened her eyes with a gasp. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, and she arched into him again as he repeated the motion, driving her excitement higher once again.
He brought his cock again to her opening and began to press inside. “It’s going to hurt?” Her small voice gave rise to a stab of guilt and he hesitated.
“Only at first. I’m sorry.” She nodded once and she felt him at her entrance again. She’d give him this. The future might be uncertain, the world outside her window unforgiving, but tonight he loved her. Whatever happened tomorrow, she wasn’t alone anymore.
Diego reached down to circle her clit and she sucked in a breath. “Breathe, Victoria. I love you.” Victoria told herself that was enough, and she tried to relax.
Then he kissed her. She felt his fingers stretch her again before coming back to stroke around her clit. She opened her eyes when he pulled his mouth away from her, and held his gaze as she felt the head of his cock push into her opening, her own body tightening to keep him out. Her hands clenched on his shoulders as he pressed in and retreated, each time pressing a little further as she stretched to accommodate him. Her muscles spasmed around the head of his cock and Diego wrapped his hand tightly around the base to keep from coming.
One hand covered her breast and squeezed her nipple, she gasped in pleasure and Diego thrust deep inside her. She cried out as she felt something tear, but then it was over and the burn began to fade. Diego held still above her, inside her, and she could see and feel his muscles coiled as he patiently waited for her to adjust to him. He kissed her face gently, called her his love, his heart, stared deep into her eyes and told her he loved her again. His thumb circled her clit once more and she felt him slip deeper into her. She gasped and clutched at his chest, ran her hands up his skin to cradle his face and kiss his lips.
She smiled at him and let out a shallow breath. Diego’s cock slowly retreated as he watched for any signs of pain. Her eyes closed and she concentrated on this new feeling of having him inside her, and her muscles clenched around him to keep him from leaving. Diego settled completely against her and pushed back inside, murmuring words of love against her skin. Her legs wrapped around his when he retreated again, not wanting to ever let him go. When she arched against him, the feel of his chest against hers drove the lingering pain away.
His hand gripped her bottom to angle her hips and he thrust harder, deeper than before and she gasped again. He took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as his cock stabbed into her core, her muscles fluttering around him and driving him toward the release he tried to delay. He guided her hips to meet his thrusts and he trailed his mouth down her neck to find her breast again. He used his lips and teeth, gently but ravenously opening his mouth wide over her breast and sucking her deep and she cried out again.
She met his thrusts and he moved his hand back to her clit, but it was too late. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock tightly and he thrust harder as he started to come. His mouth covered hers again as he shouted and erupted, his thrusts losing rhythm as he jerked against her and held her hips tight against his. His pleasure set something off deep within her and then she was coming too, as his pelvis pressed tight against her and her muscles clenched against the cock buried deep inside her.
Diego collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and stroked his hair. She smiled as he murmured words of love and beauty against her neck, along with several words she didn’t understand. She’d have to remember to ask him how many languages he knew. He lifted his head when he found the strength, kissed her and stroked her flushed cheek with his fingers. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.
She smiled at him, caressing his shoulders and upper arms until her hand wound up over his heart. “I love you, too.” He shifted slightly, and she was reminded he was still inside her. She gasped and held her breath as little tendrils of fire raced through her body.
“Did I hurt you?” Diego began to pull away from her and she wrapped her legs back around him to keep him in place.
“No!” Diego froze and relaxed back into her. “Can you just stay where you are?”
Diego’s eyes darkened and he pressed his hips tight against hers. “I’ll do anything you ask me to.” He watched the blush spread from her face down her shoulders. “You’re not in pain? I’m not crushing you?”
Victoria’s hands continued to stroke his back and shoulders and she shook her head.
His fingers traced over her face and neck and he watched the goose bumps pop up on her skin. He bent to kiss her, sucking at her lips before trailing his mouth down to nuzzle at the pulse in her neck. Her internal muscles clenched around his soft penis and his entire body jerked in reaction.
“Did I hurt you?” She asked, innocently concerned, and his eyes flew back to hers and she traced his lip with her finger.
He smiled and kissed her finger. “No, Querida.”
“So I did alright?”
Diego chuckled and she gasped when he moved inside her, his laugh touching her deep inside. “You were incredible. I should have been more patient for your first time… I’m sorry. You—” She clenched against him again and he groaned into her neck.
“Hold still or I’m going to hurt you.” His smile reassured her, and she shivered as he moved a hand down her body. “I didn’t even undress you. Shameful. Look at all these clothes you’re still wearing.” His finger caught in the waist of her skirt and she sucked in her breath as he caressed the skin beneath the bunched up cotton. “Querida, I have to move or I’ll hurt you. Relax.”
He didn’t give her time to think about it as his mouth once again swept down to capture her breast in his mouth. He ran a finger over her clit and her hips jerked against him and he slowly pulled out of her. She whimpered a little and dug her nails into his shoulders and he brought his mouth up to hers to kiss her.
When she melted again into the mattress, he looked around the room. “You had a kettle on the stove downstairs…would it still have hot water in it?”
“You want me to make you tea?”
He kissed her gaping mouth and chuckled. She gasped when his hand covered her mound, gently pressing at the ache he left in his absence. “The hot water will ease the pain. You were so perfect you made me lose my head. I want to take care of you. Make up for my impatience.”
“You’re not leaving yet?” Victoria traced his collar bone with one finger and avoided his eyes.
“Victoria, you are never getting rid of me.” She smiled and he kissed her hand. His grin turned wicked, his fingers dipped ever so quickly and her breath caught in her throat. “But if I don’t take care of you now, you might not be so nice to me later.”
He sat up on his knees slowly and sighed as she covered her beautiful breasts with her tattered shirt. He dug his fingers into her thighs to massage the muscles and carefully brought her legs together. She curled up on her side and he curled up behind her, continuing to massage her with his hands. “I’ll just be a minute. Do you want anything? Drink? Food? Apple pie?”
Victoria giggled and pushed him away when he tickled her. “Just hurry back.” Her eyes took in the sight of his naked back as he climbed out of bed. Diego, her lover. His back was bruised, and she remembered the cart this morning. So much had changed in such a short time. He took a quilt from the back of her chair and wrapped it tight around her, running his hands over her so she relaxed. With a kiss and a promise to hurry, he disappeared.
Zzz
Author’s Note 2: So how did I do? First time writing sex, so... Please let me know if it did or didn’t work, or what I should do differently for the rest of the story. More to come.
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